Chapter 721: with translation of chapter title

710 Oh my god! Boss, you're still alive

"This..." Director Guo still didn't understand, hesitated a moment, and asked: "Below the knee joint needs to retain 10-15 cm to place the prosthesis. With only 2-3 cm, after installing the prosthesis it falls off as soon as you move—what do we do?"

"Director Guo, this is the most traditional prosthesis." Su Yun glanced at Director Guo, about to let loose.

At that moment, Zheng Ren opened the airtight lead door and walked out.

"That someone... help me press a bit, I have some things to handle." Zheng Ren looked at Liu Xu zhi, saying somewhat embarrassedly.

Zheng Ren completely couldn't recognize who this person was.

Liu Xu zhi didn't feel anything special; he was just curious about the final outcome of this argument.

He smiled at Zheng Ren, walked into the operating room, and began pressing.

Because there was only one puncture needle hole, pressing the gauze, no need to scrub hands again, it was more convenient. The patient was in infection-induced toxic shock, blood pressure not high either; Zheng Ren leaving for a few dozen seconds didn't matter.

"That... this person is..." Zheng Ren's speech was a bit stammering, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time; once he spoke again, it felt unfamiliar.

"He's the director of the Orthopedics Department at the Provincial Hospital." Su Yun saw Zheng Ren rarely coming out, realized he had something big, so she stepped back diagonally and stood to his left rear.

"Director Guo, greetings." Zheng Ren removed the sterile gloves, his hands full of sweat. He hesitated a moment, rubbed his hands on the surgical gown, but didn't extend his hand.

"Doctor Zheng, greetings, impressive at a young age." Director Guo didn't mind, directly extended his hand, expressing his respect for Zheng Ren.

They shook hands, then let go.

"Director Guo, are you considering the economic issue of installing a prosthesis?" Zheng Ren said.

"Prosthesis, the standard bone reserve below the joint according to textbooks requires at least 10 cm." Director Guo gave a bitter smile; he of course didn't want to cut off an extra joint, but it really isn't possible.

"You think it's still like that device in Forrest Gump..." Su Yun couldn't hold back; just as she opened her mouth, Zheng Ren jabbed her with his elbow, and she angrily shut her mouth.

"Director Guo, on July 23, 2007, in New York, United States, American soldier JuanArredondo who lost his left hand in the Iraq War demonstrated the function of a new bionic prosthesis." Zheng Ren said calmly: "Bionic prostheses have already been on the market in Yingguo first, and now Europe and America have companies producing this type of prosthesis. That's old news; recent reports say the new generation of bionic prostheses can adapt to a 2-3 cm residual limb and are more flexible."

"..." Director Guo stared for a moment.

He knew this information. However, due to economic reasons, few people in the country install this type of prosthesis. If there truly are wealthy people who need it, they would contact foreign hospitals themselves, go abroad to fit prostheses, and do related rehabilitation training.

Doctor Zheng, saying this, is it meaningful?

Zheng Ren scratched his head, asking: "Su Yun, did I call Fugui'er?"

"No." Su Yun said firmly.

"How could I remember making the call? Could it be that I dozed off for ten minutes and dreamed I made the call?"

"Yes, just dreaming." Su Yun said, "You've been busy like a dog; after you got off the plane, your phone was left at the airport—what would you use to call?"

Zheng Ren then realized, what Su Yun said made sense.

That was himself dreaming of calling Professor Rudolf Wagner.

Fortunately he asked; it's not yet considered a delay.

Xie Ning looked at Zheng Ren, pondering what he needed. This son-in-law with hairy legs is getting more and more interesting.

"Whose phone can I borrow for a moment? I need to confirm something." Zheng Ren said.

"Use mine." Xie Ning handed over his phone immediately.

Zheng Ren smiled and said: "Uncle Ning, thanks."

Hmm, not bad; this time he remembered himself. Xie Ning saw that sort of embarrassing incident hadn't happened again, and was quite satisfied.

Lowering expectations, satisfaction is actually easy to achieve.

Zheng Ren again wiped his hands on the sterile surgical gown, wiped off the sweat, then dialed a number from memory.

It was Professor Rudolf Wagner's mobile number; Zheng Ren had glanced at it earlier and still remembered.

"Who is it, ha-ha?" The professor's voice came from the phone; Zheng Ren felt somewhat different. He really wanted to call Xie Yiren...

"Fugui'er, it's me." Zheng Ren said.

"Oh my god! Boss, you're still alive!" Professor Rudolf Wagner shouted in surprise.

"..." Zheng Ren and Su Yun looked at each other, truly not knowing how to answer the professor's remark.

"Boss, boss, when are you coming back? I'm dying to see you." The professor almost shouted this.

"Fugui'er, let's talk business." Zheng Ren said: "I remember you told me there was a donation from a charitable fund; is that true?"

"I thought you weren't interested in money." Professor Rudolf Wagner muttered, "Really. Having received a Nobel Prize nomination from Dr. Mei Ha'er, and moreover it's a hopeful nomination, already 2-3 charitable funds have contacted me."

"I remember in Hai Cheng, you said I could use this money however I wanted? Is that right?"

"Boss, everything is as you wish. It's basically true, just some trivial formalities. I suggest you buy a villa by the seaside in Miami. Every morning when you wake up, open the door, face the sea, spring warm and flowers blooming."

"Who taught you all this nonsense?" Zheng Ren frowned and asked.

Su Yun's complexion looked somewhat bad.

However, Professor Rudolf Wagner didn't answer Zheng Ren's remark, but directly asked: "Boss, I'm very happy you finally returned from heaven to the human world, and started taking an interest in human currency. I hope you, with your hands kissed by heaven, hurry back; our Nobel Prize project has already begun!"

Upon hearing the Nobel Prize project, Director Guo and Director Jiang's ears perked up like rabbits.

Nobel Prize? This young person?

What a joke!

"Fugui'er, let's talk business." Zheng Ren said: "Charitable fund, how much money can they donate?"

"If they win the Nobel Prize, it's at least 50 million euros as a starting point. If it's just a nomination, then only 10-20 million euros." Professor Rudolf Wagner said.

"Alright, I'll head back once I'm done here." Zheng Ren said firmly: "How many euros' worth of checks did you bring?"

"10 million euros."

"Lower Saxony, Dudestadt, Otto Bock Company—help me contact them. On my side, a large number of people need prostheses… the money will come from the donations." Zheng Ren said.

"..." Professor Rudolf Wagner stared for a moment.

Zheng Ren and Su Yun could even imagine the professor's expression on the other end of the phone.

"Any difficulties?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Boss, buying prostheses worth 10 million euros? You're..." The professor swallowed.

"It is 50 million euros, uh, you said, if you can win the Nobel Prize, there will be a charitable donation of that amount, at least." Zheng Ren said affirmatively.

"Old... Boss... Are you sure you can get it this year?" the professor's voice trembled.